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FIC: The Trap, 100 member celebration
Original poster: moltensulfur
I consider myself somewhat of an artist, but I'm crap at drawing people and body parts. So rather than drawing 100 "members" in celebration, I wrote this 1000 word ficlet (plus 20...for sentimental reasons).
Title: The Trap
Author: Veritas
Rating: NC-17 (FRAO, whatever that means)
Warnings: PWP, mild bondage, non-con, HBP spoilers
Disclaimer: I did not inhale. I am not a crook. Nor do I own these characters and make money off of them. Seriously. On July 16, JKR made millions and I had to pay 20 dollars.
Beta: First time using hel_bee. Thanks!!
Summary: An unexpected (yeah right, we all know it's coming!) confrontation as Harry searches for Voldemort
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The corridor had been darker than Harry had expected, and he now wished that he hadn't insisted that Ron and Hermione wait five minutes before following. But if there was an ambush, as Harry suspected, it wouldn't bode well for all three of them to get caught. Voldemort wouldn't kill him immediately, as he would the other two, and Harry was the only one who had a chance of standing up to Voldemort alone.
Soon, Harry caught sight of a set of double doors, the ones he knew would lead to the drawing room, and where he hoped to catch Voldemort unaware. With the six Horcruxes destroyed, the only remaining fragment of Voldemort's soul resided in the dark wizard's body, which meant he could finally be killed.
Harry's invisibility cloak fluttered around his ankles as he passed an open window. He crouched lower, realizing too late that his feet were visible. The moment he felt a wand at his back, Harry gasped and turned around. The cloak slid from his body, and he came face to face with Snape.
Without a thought, Harry threw himself at his former professor and yelled, "You fucking traitor! You murdered Dumbledore!" Both wizards fell to the ground, Harry landing on top. He didn't care if anyone else heard them because he'd been dreaming about the moment he'd get his revenge on Snape – even more than killing Voldemort. Adrenalin coursed through Harry's body as he physically subdued Snape, ignoring his wand for the moment. That, he soon realized, was a mistake.
Snape threw him off without a word, and Harry hit the wall hard, collapsing to the floor. He didn't know where his wand had ended up in the struggle, and as he searched the dim corridor for it, he failed to hear the approaching footsteps.
When the burning in his scar intensified, Harry realized that Voldemort had found them. Harry looked up at the pale face, glowing red eyes, and triumphant smile on that hideous lipless mouth.
"Clever plan, Severus," said Voldemort. "I have the boy right where I want him; his friends, I am told, have been adequately subdued."
"No," Harry muttered, staring desperately down the corridor, expecting Ron and Hermione to come running any moment. But they didn't.
"What reward could I grant you Severus?" Voldemort asked. Harry looked at Snape, who had stood, but was bowing low to his Master.
"My Lord, I only ask the pleasure of his body before you rid the world of his presence." Harry was effectively stunned by this request and could do nothing but gape stupidly as Voldemort nodded.
In a flurry of black robes, Snape stood over Harry, waving his wand lazily causing shimmering ropes to shoot from the end and wrap tightly around Harry's wrists, pulling them over his head. Harry struggled, but the ropes only bit harder into his skin. Snape laughed and knelt down, forcing Harry's legs apart. Harry tried to kick, but more ropes caught each ankle and spread his legs. One more wave of Snape's wand left Harry naked and shivering in the drafty corridor. Voldmort watching off to the side kept Harry's scar burning slightly, but not too intense as the dark wizard seemed to be enjoying himself. Harry shuddered at that thought and looked up at Snape who had freed his hard prick from his trousers. Continued struggles were useless, but Harry kept at it, cursing Snape, calling him a coward, a murderer, and even a poof.
Snape laughed and muttered a lubrication charm on himself and at Harry's entrance. His insides flooded with something cool and Harry gasped, still struggling.
"You bastard, get away from me and just kill me." Voldemort laughed, and Harry yelled at him, "You're just as insane as the rest of your inbred family, Tom."
"Crucio!" said Voldemort and Harry writhed in pain, screaming and trying to curl up into a protective ball, but the ropes prevented that. When the curse ended, Snape was still between his legs, smirking as Harry panted.
"Continue, Severus," commanded Voldemort with a sneer.
"Do you wish for me to silence the impertinent brat?" he asked, pointing his wand at Harry's mouth.
"Fuck you, Snape!" Harry yelled, still gasping for breath.
"Wrong, Potter. I shall be fucking you," replied Snape, pressing the head of his prick to Harry's opening. He jerked his hips forward, breaching Harry and causing him to scream, his voice still ragged from the Cruciatus curse.
"My Lord?" said Snape, looking up at Voldemort.
"No, Severus. I rather enjoy hearing him scream. Continue."
"Fuck all of you!" cried Harry, and was rewarded for his outburst by Snape fully sheathing himself. He felt as though he would be split in two. Shifting his hips, Harry hoped that he'd somehow make it hurt less, but that seemed to be impossible. In fact, his movements caused Snape to hit something inside him that made him moan. His prick began to fill. Snape appeared to be pleased with this reaction and began thrusting hard, which only made Harry's erection grow harder until he was sure it would burst. Harry shook his head, as though this action would make his erection go away.
But as Harry glanced to his right, he noticed something almost as disturbing as Snape raping him. Voldemort's hand was moving inside his cloak, and Harry knew the monster was getting himself off. Harry nearly wretched and looked at Snape for some distraction. But even as the grunting and panting continued between him and Snape, Harry could hear the labored breaths from Voldemort as he brought his disgusting self to climax.
Snape lowered himself, changing the angle of his thrusts, which made Harry forget about the repulsive Dark Lord wanking in the corner. But when he felt the ropes around his wrists vanish, and something familiar materialize in his hand, Harry knew something was wrong. Between thrusts, Snape whispered to Harry, "Now, Potter." It didn't take much for Harry to realize what Snape wanted him to do.
Harry took a deep breath and pointed his wand at Voldemort yelling, "Avada Kedavra!" as Snape hit his climax.
~fin